#Hanukkah fic

[afteriwake]

Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah (A "Just Pieces On The Board" Story)

I absolutely adore headcanoning Darcy as Jewish, and as Hanukkah begins tomorrow at sunset, I want to do some Hanukkah fluff as well. I hope it's okay that her friends are celebrating with her even though they aren't Jewish. I'm not Jewish but I thought her family would like to make her holiday better.

Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah - Darcy's friends decide to celebrate the first night of Hanukkah with her.

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“We’re going to have the best damn first night of Hanukkah for Darcy this year!” Jane said. “Besides. I have a pregnancy craving for latkes with applesauce.”

“Latkes with applesauce I can make!” Darcy said, her cheeks flushing as she surveyed her found family. Jane was there, Thor was there, Brunhilde was there and Loki was there. It was the first night of Hanukkah and they’d decked the apartment out in silver and blue ornaments and even given her a new menorah for the occasion. Well, all but Loki had decorated for the day; it had been his job to distract her.

“We have dreidels and we have reptile safe Hanukkah candles for Jörmungandr, and we just know you get overwhelmed with all the Christmas stuff. Last year we sucked at it, but this year we wanted to change things and celebrate with you,” Jane said. “Is that okay?”

“Hey, it’s not like I’m a practicing Jew for the most part,” Darcy said. “But really, thank you. Hanukkah is my favorite time of the year and this is the second year in a row I didn’t get to go home to celebrate.”

“Well, let’s get to work!” Thor said enthusiastically. “Darcy, tell us what to do.”

Soon the kitchen was a flurry of activity, as Darcy directed her friends in helping to make all the goodies from her childhood Hanukkahs. It was great to see her friends so invested in making her happy. The year before she’s been truly alone, as Loki had still been helping his brother take care of the Asgardian migration, and hadn’t shown up until New Year’s Eve. Jane had bought her a gift every night of Hanukkah, and she’d gone to the synagogue for the first time in ages, but things just hadn’t felt the same.

This year, however, just felt right.

When the food was done they served it up and Darcy taught them the intricacies of the dreidel and the other aspects of Hanukkah she loved so much. Then they lit the first candle of the menorah and exchanged gifts, with Darcy getting the lion’s share. How they had all gotten her perfect Hanukkah gifts she’d never know.

When it all settled down, Darcy settled in next to Loki to watch “Eight Crazy Nights” with the others. He’d been more introspective than jovial, and she wondered what was on his mind. “Hey,” she said quietly, reaching up to touch his face gently. “You okay, Loki?”

“I know so little about your religion,” he said. “I’m hoping to make it a point to learn.”

“Well, if we ever have any kids, either via magic or adoption, they’ll be Jewish because I’m Jewish,” she said. “I don’t really study the Torah or go to the synagogue except for the big holidays, but you’re welcome to come with me next time? We can go tomorrow, since I’m not expecting another big bash like tonight.”

“I’d like that,” he said, giving her a soft smile.

“Good. I’d like that too.” She shifted her position so her head was on his lap and she was stretched out on top of Brunhilde and Thor, with Jane sitting in the chair next to the sofa, nibbling at another latke. She took it all in and felt warm and happy. While the Avengers as a whole was one big happy family, this was her family, these four people who she’d never have met if Thor hadn’t been banished to Earth. She loved them all, and loved what they had done for her tonight, she thought as she turned to look at the menorah on her fireplace mantel. Her Hebrew was a little rusty, but she remembered her father’s favorite blessings for first times. “Baruch Ata Adonai, Eloheinu Melech Haolam, shehechiyanu, v’kiy’manu, v’higianu lazman hazeh,” she said out loud.

“What does that mean?” Brunhilde asked, tilting her head. “I’m not familiar with Hebrew.”

“’Blessed are you, the Eternal our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, who has kept us alive, sustained us, and brought us to this moment’,” Darcy said. “It’s a blessing for first times that my dad loved. I thought it was appropriate.”

“I think it’s great,” Jane said with a smile. “Maybe we can do this every night of Hanukkah?”

“Oh my goodness, I would love that!” Darcy said, sitting up. You guys are the best, seriously.” Jane got up and gave her a hug, and Darcy melted in it. How had she ever gotten so lucky to get this found family? She’d never know, but she was happy with them nonetheless, and that was all that mattered.

[cobra-creampuff]

My Winter Holiday Fics Masterlist (in order of time of year taken place)

Store Bought Is Fine: Taako & Merle + Elderberries Taako stands in front of a display of seasonal berries, the elderberries right up front.

Frigophobia: Mick & The Legends + Hypothermia Or 3 Times Mick Thought He'd Freeze +1 Time He Was Warm and Cozy

Thermophobia: Len & The Legends + Burns Or 3 Times Leonard Thought He'd Burn +1 Time He Was Cool and Comfortable

Beware of Cat: Loki & The Avengers + Winter Solstice Loki gives the Avengers holiday gifts. Entirely altruistically, of course.

Warm and Lazy and Lucky: Stiles/Derek + Literal Sleeping Together When he can finally see past his own blind Bambi panic, Stiles is met with the lovely first-thing-in-the-morning image of a wolfed-out Derek Hale.

No Equivalent Substitute: Taako & Lucretia + Candlenights Dinner Merle, Magnus, and Lup beg Taako to let them invite Lucretia to Candlenights. Merle posits that Taako should try to forgive for his own good, Magnus invokes the spirit of familial togetherness, and Lup just says please. So Taako agrees, even though he's not ready.

And Many More: Loki & Thor + Thor's Birthday Thor is not going to fall for it this time. No he is not. (Yes he is.)

Fair Weather, Friends: Bruce & The Avengers + Thor's Birthday The Avengers overhear an altercation between the brothers at Thor's birthday party.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (Comics), The Flash - All Media Types, The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leonard Snart & Lisa Snart, Leonard Snart/Barry Allen implied, Lisa Snart/Sam Scudder mentioned Characters: Leonard Snart, Lisa Snart Additional Tags: Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Jewish Leonard Snart, Jewish Lisa Snart, Leonard & Lisa Snart Sibling Feels, Hanukkah, References to Canon, The Rogues As Family (The Flash), Holiday Traditions, Rogues Advent Summary:

Len and Lisa celebrate Hanukkah, and the traditions they've made over the years with the Rogues and the Flash

For the Flash Rogues Advent Calendar

[oldfangirl81]

I wrote 911/DC Hanukkah chaos fic that ended up needing two parts.

Summary: Jason was trying to share tradition and impress Roy and Lian. Instead he ends up reuniting with a friend sooner than expected.

[pucksandpower]

Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

Lance Stroll x Reader

Summary: you celebrate Hanukkah with your boyfriend and his family for the first time

The warm glow of the chandelier fills the Strolls’ spacious dining room, casting soft golden light across the table laden with brisket, latkes, and an assortment of other dishes you can’t name but are determined to try.

Lance is at your side, leaning slightly back in his chair, one arm casually slung over the back of yours. His fingers tap absently at your shoulder as if to remind you he’s here. You appreciate it, considering the nerves humming through your body.

Chloe is mid-sentence, waving her fork with a flourish. “I’m just saying, it’s not Hanukkah without the family dreidel tournament. We’re doing it after dinner. Non-negotiable.”

Scotty laughs, his easy smile lighting up the room. “Is that because you win every year? You rig the rules.”

Chloe gasps. “Excuse me? I’m just naturally gifted at spinning a piece of wood. Don’t be jealous.”

Across the table, Lawrence clears his throat, his deep voice effortlessly cutting through the chatter. “It’s not about winning. It’s about tradition. And teaching new traditions to the ones joining us.” His gaze lands on you, warm but expectant.

You manage a smile. “I’m looking forward to it. Though, full disclosure, I’ve never played before.”

Lance grins, nudging you gently. “Don’t worry. It’s easy. You spin, you win, you make Chloe mad — just like the rest of us.”

Chloe throws a latke at him. “You wish. Y/N, you’re on my team.”

“Since when are there teams?” Scotty interjects.

“Since I just made them up,” Chloe retorts, flipping her hair dramatically.

Lawrence raises an eyebrow, but there’s the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can we finish the meal before declaring war?”

You glance at Lance, whispering under your breath, “Is it always like this?”

He chuckles softly. “You have no idea.”

***

Later, the dining table is cleared of the few sufganiyot left over from dessert, replaced by a small bowl of shiny chocolate gelt and an ancient, slightly chipped dreidel. You sit cross-legged on the plush rug, between Lance and Chloe, as Scotty reads out the rules like a referee.

“Alright, reminder for everyone, especially the newbies,” he winks at you. “Nun, nothing happens. Gimel, you get everything. Hey, you get half. Shin, you give one up. Simple enough?”

“Simple,” you repeat, though the Hebrew letters are a jumble in your mind.

Chloe elbows you lightly. “Beginner’s luck is real. You’ll probably clean us all out.”

“Unless Lance decides to show off,” Scotty teases, earning an eye roll from your boyfriend.

Lance picks up the dreidel, turning it over in his hands like it’s a piece of racing equipment he’s testing for flaws. “It’s just a dreidel. Relax.”

“You’re taking forever,” Chloe says. “Y/N, you go first.”

Your stomach flips. All eyes are on you, even Lawrence’s, though his expression remains unreadable. You pick up the dreidel, the smooth wood cool in your palm. Lance leans in slightly, his voice low and playful. “Just flick it. Not too hard, or it’ll bounce into next week.”

“Great advice,” you deadpan, shooting him a look.

He grins, completely unrepentant.

Taking a breath, you spin. The dreidel whirls across the hardwood, the letters blurring. It wobbles, then falls. Gimel.

“Are you serious?” Chloe groans. “She’s taking all the gelt already?”

You laugh, half in relief, half in disbelief, as Lance tosses his hands up. “What did I tell you? Beginner’s luck!”

Lawrence leans back in his chair, watching with quiet amusement. “You’re off to a strong start.”

The game continues, the room filling with laughter and playful jabs. Chloe accuses Scotty of cheating. Scotty retaliates by stealing a piece of her chocolate. Lance spins for so long at one point that you’re convinced he’s figured out how to defy the laws of physics. Through it all, you feel yourself relaxing, the initial nerves melting away like wax from the menorah candles.

At one point, Lance nudges you with his knee. “Having fun?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” you admit. “Though I think Chloe’s plotting my downfall.”

“She plots everyone’s downfall,” he says with a grin, then leans closer, his voice dropping. “You’re doing great, by the way.”

You glance at him, curious. “At what? Playing dreidel?”

“No,” he says softly, his gaze steady. “Fitting in.”

The words catch you off guard, simple as they are. You search his face, wondering if he realizes how much they mean to you. Before you can respond, Chloe interrupts, declaring, “Okay, I’m done losing. Let’s light the candles.”

***

The family gathers around the menorah, the room growing quieter. Lance stands beside you, his arm brushing yours. Lawrence picks up the shamash, his movements deliberate, reverent. He lights the next candle, the tiny flame flickering before it steadies.

The prayer begins, and you listen, the unfamiliar Hebrew washing over you like a melody you don’t know the words to but can still hum along with. Lance’s voice is low, confident, blending seamlessly with his family’s.

You wonder if he learned this as a child, if the sound of it feels like home to him.

When it’s over, Chloe turns to you with a mischievous grin. “So, Y/N. First Hanukkah with the Strolls. How’s it going?”

You hesitate, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. “It’s … a lot to take in. But in the best way. I mean, I’ve never celebrated Hanukkah before, so this is all new. But it’s-” You glance at Lance, then back at the others. “It’s really nice. Warm. I feel lucky to be here.”

Lawrence nods, his expression softening. “We’re glad you’re here.”

“And,” Chloe adds, “you’re way better at dreidel than Lance, so you’re already winning.”

“Hey!” Lance protests, feigning indignation. “I’m right here.”

“Exactly,” she says, laughing.

You can’t help but smile, your earlier nerves now replaced by a quiet sense of belonging. As the candles burn lower, the conversations drift to other topics — racing, snowboarding, hockey, upcoming travel plans, Chloe’s latest song idea. Lance keeps his hand on your knee, a subtle anchor in the midst of the lively chaos.

Later, as the evening winds down and the family begins to disperse, Lance pulls you aside. The room is quieter now, the glow of the menorah casting long shadows. He tugs you close, his arms looping loosely around your waist.

“You survived,” he says, his voice warm with teasing.

“Barely,” you reply, though you’re smiling. “Your family is … intense. In a good way.”

“They like you,” he says simply, then adds with a smirk, “Even my dad.”

“High praise,” you tease back.

He grows quieter, his gaze softening. “Seriously, though. You were great tonight. I know this was a big deal for you, trying something new. I’m proud of you.”

Your chest tightens at the sincerity in his voice. “Thanks, Lance. I-” You pause, struggling to find the right words. “I just wanted to do it right. For you. For them.”

“You did,” he says firmly. “More than right.”

The flicker of candlelight dances in his eyes, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. He leans in, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you,” he murmurs, so quietly it’s almost lost in the stillness.

Your breath catches, and for a second, all you can do is stare at him. Then you smile, the kind of smile that starts deep in your chest and spreads like warmth through your whole body.

“I love you too,” you whisper.

And in the quiet glow of the menorah, with the scent of candles and laughter lingering in the air, you realize that this — this messy, lively, imperfectly perfect night — is what family feels like.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

That's Priceless

Prompt Day 26: Hanukkah | Word Count: 442 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Chrismukkah, Gift Giving, Jewish Eddie Munson

Steve pushes the cart, and Eddie isn't paying a lot of attention. They've been at this for hours, and he's not invested in any more shopping. He's done, done. But Steve's list to buy for is longer than the list of people Eddie even likes, so here they are. Still shopping, and Eddie dropped three stores ago.

When he looks up, Steve's putting a roll of wrapping paper in the cart. It's covered with blue, white and gold graphics, very clearly for Hanukkah. 

"Don't we still have some paper left?" Eddie asks. He's pretty sure they still have the roll they bought a few years ago.

"Well, yeah," Steve answers, "but everybody else gets new Christmas wrapping paper way more often because we go through more Christmas paper. I thought you might like to see something new, too."

Eddie smiles. He definitely, one hundred percent, doesn't care about what the wrapping paper looks like. But if Steve cares, he'll care, too.

"Thanks, that's nice of you," Eddie says, because it is nice, and thoughtful. 

Steve Harrington is a good dude, and that's a fact that Eddie has learned over and over again during the time he's known him.

The night before Hanukkah begins, Steve hands him a box, looking giddy. Eddie pulls the top off, and there's a new menorah. It looks hand-carved, with characters that are designed and painted in a DnD theme. It's totally fun, and not at all what Eddie expected to be in the box. 

"It's kosher!" Steve announces, nearly bursting at the seams, he's so excited.

Eddie picks it up, and it is. Eight candle holders in a straight line, on the same level, with the helper candle spot just a little raised. It is, in fact, kosher. Steve's been listening to him, which shouldn't surprise him at all. Steve always listens, retains information, and tucks it away for a rainy day.

"It is," Eddie says, "thanks, Steve. I love it."

"There are forty-five candles, too. Just in case one breaks or is missing a wick or something," Steve explains, and Eddie really, truly wonders who he's been talking to. 

It doesn't really matter. Steve thought this through, thoroughly, just to make Eddie happy and that's priceless. 

Eddie clears a space for it, and can't wait for the next night. It's his very own menorah, suited to him, just because Steve loved him enough to reach out to someone to have it made.

He's always celebrated both, and Steve has embraced that fully. There's a Christmas tree in front of the window, and now his very own menorah on the mantle.

'Tis the season. Both of them.

If you want to write your own, or go see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun! 🕎

Notes: I saw the video of the woman showing different menorahs and having the viewers guess if they were kosher or not. There was a fun dinosaur one that was, and it made think, well, there could be a DnD one for Eddie.

[cingulata]

I wrote some Zoot/Lips Hanukkah fluff!!! 🕎

Because I wanted Zoot to have more of a Hanukkah celebration than just standing in the corner by himself at a Christmas party like in Letters to Santa (and then having that scene cut from the Disney Plus version anyway).

[ivystoryweaver]

Holiday Fics Masterlist (the whole year thru)

Main Masterlist

New Year

"Happy New Year" Modern!Earth!Leto Atreides || 952 words

Valentines

(Art, not fics)

Oscar Isaac Characters Valentines Masterlist

Mother's Day

"What a Mother Can Be" Moon Dads (Steven and Marc) || 1.7k words

"She Was My Mother" Poe Dameron || 2k words

Father’s Day

“He’s Okay” Dad!Marc Spector || 1.3k words

Autumn

"Happy New Year, Jake" (Rosh Hashanah) Jake Lockley || 820 words

"Can't Live Without Him" (Fall Festival) Marc Spector || 519 words

Halloween

"Spectre: A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story" Moon Boys || ongoing || 18+

"It's Everything" Jake Lockley || 684 words

Thanksgiving

"A Date, Then?" Steven Grant || 1k words

Winter

"Next December" Jake Lockley || 805 words || 18+

"Surf's Up" Jake Lockley || 100 words

"Let It Snow" Jake Lockley || 333 words

Holiday Season

"Jingle Bells" Santiago Garcia || 800 words

Holidays with the Moon Boys moodboard

"It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" (Life Day) Poe Dameron || 3.1k words

Hanukkah

"Eight Nights (in December)" Marc, Steven (Jake is mentioned) || 7.4k words

"'Twas the Night Before" Marc Spector || 2.5k words

Christmas

"'Twas the Night Before" Marc Spector || 2.5k words

"(Everybody's Waitin' for) The Man With the Bag" Miguel O'Hara || 1050 words

“Fairytale of New York” Llewyn Davis || 2.2k words || 18+

Birthday

Moon Boys Celebrate Your Birthday 635 words

“March the 9th” Marc Spector || 1.4k words

“Steven, It’s Your Birthday?” 700 words

[takadasaiko]

This is one of my favourite SSR-era fics. Happy Hanukkah 🕎

DAY FOUR: Maqqaba, by Domenika Marzione | @laporcupina Fandom: Captain America & Agent Carter; Rating: Gen; Words: 1.8k

“Chanukah in the SSR.”

In less than two thousand words, this fic evokes a very specific mood: quiet, focused, and deeply poignant. 

Holiday Fic Countdown 2018 | Holiday Fic Favorites | Fic recs masterpost

[lavendersixer]

okay y'all sometime in december im going to write about the holidays, and since the Pine's are canon Jewish i wanna do some audience research. im putting this out now so it has some time to circulate before the holidays start

it would mean the world to me you guys could tell me your favorite Hanukkah traditions/celebrations. it could be what you do or what you think the Pines would do, either way. i would love something super niche and specific to make it feel real. im atheist but my family celebrates christmas. so i don't want to write a really detailed christmas and leave Hanukkah lacking by including just the basics 😭

please let me know if this is disrespectful in any way, my only intention is to create better and more inclusive writing.

much love 🫶🫶

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Hanukkah 2024

If I Know Love, It's Because of You

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2. Time, and Time Again (update)

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3. The Marked One (update)

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4. A Hopeless Place

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5. Spider-Man: Prince of Asgard (update)

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6. The Beginning and End of Everything

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7. The Heir of Slytherin (New WIP)

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8. The Heir of Slytherin (update)

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[aimmyarrowshigh]

Panfandom Hanukkah Bingo 2024

Warmth. It's about to start snowing, but Will can't feel the chill.

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: K2c. Warmth - Will Byers Author/Artist Name: aimmyarrowshigh Fandom: Stranger Things Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Bingo Squares Being Filled: K2c - Warmth Rating: T Warning(s): None Link to Work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61800388/

[phoebe-delia]

For your eight nights of Drarry event, what about “I get drunk on jealousy.”

Drunk on Jealousy

And for the finale of Eight Drarry Nights 2023, I am honored to write this for @xx-thedarklord-xx. Sam, I hope you know by now just how much I love your work. Apologies that this is so late. It's been a rough week (shoutout to my discord friends for the sweet support! You guys are amazing). But I wanted to give this proper time, which I haven't had until now. So, without further ado, here we go! And, of course, Happy (belated, now) Hanukkah.

Featuring: a secret relationship, possessive!Harry, and a Draco who is determined to drive Harry crazy—in the best way—until he snaps.

At this point, I'm starting to think the pint in your hand is just for show. You've hardly touched it. I'd wager you're entirely sober.

You come to pub nights with our colleagues, every other Friday, yet you hardly drink anymore. Would you be surprised that I've noticed? When have I not noticed you, Potter?

I've seen you watching me. You're not being very subtle; if you want to keep this a secret, you're going to have to tear your eyes away from my arse. Not that I want you to, mind you. I always want your eyes on me.

Have you caught on to my game yet? You're an ex-Auror. Use your talents of deduction. I flit and flirt my way through the pub, talking to everyone but you, but it's always your bed I come back to, isn't it? Meanwhile, you stew and scowl and glare at me from the corner of the pub as if you don't know the foregone conclusion.

Silly Potter. There's an easy way to get me to end this; a quick, surefire solution to this self-inflicted torture. You'd just have to march over here with that big, tough Chosen One bravado, scoop me into your arms, and kiss me the way you usually do when no one's around. No one else would dare touch me again, and we'd finally be free from sneaking around. Win-win.

But you're trying to be a gentleman. You're trying to "give me my space" and let me bring our relationship out of the proverbial closet when I'm ready. It's admirable; very touchy-feely-sweet-Gryffindor of you.

But I've had enough. I'm ready for more. I'm sure you'd say that I could simply tell you. But where's the fun in that? It's much more entertaining for me to see you get all worked up, jaw clenching with every smirk I throw your way as I talk and laugh and flirt with other men.

Tonight, though, I think you've finally realized. Or, at least, you're going to lose it. I'm talking to—what did he say his name was? Greg? Thomas? I'm not sure, but it won't matter in a moment. You're gripping that pint like it's personally offended you; I'm almost afraid it's going to shatter in your hand.

From the corner of my eye, I see you all but slam it on the table, the drink sloshing a bit over the rim. While the rest of the pub is too rowdy to notice, your tablemates startle and look at you with alarm. But you're glaring at me. I just deepen my smirk and raise my eyebrow at you.

You rise from your seat, letting your chair fall over behind you, and stride purposefully over to me.

Good.

That's it.

Come and get me.

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

Idea fic

A 5 something after Christmas nwh (but happy) Peter thinks he's going to be alone at Christmas but the friends he made along the way won't let him

1. the old ladies from the sewing club invite them to sing in the street with them to raise money to church

2. Peter and Yelena go to the mall to buy Christmas presents for the Young Avengers

3. Peter participates in the daily blog's Secret Santa and then Betty convinces him to go to a party to meet her friends

4. Johnny calls Spider to participate in Hanukkah with him and F.F

5. Peter spends Christmas Eve with his neighbors the Morales (he gives a suit to Miles)

[adreama-writes]

The holiday fics continue! 8 days and 8 nights of Nora celebrating Chanukah (or Hanukkah, if you prefer that spelling)

Featuring heavy doses of Junora, lots of friendship and family time. Nora gets to share her Chanukah celebrations with June, as well as with Alex & Henry, with her family, and other friends.

Tagging some folks again like yesterday!

@onthewaytosomewhere @typicalopposite @xthelastknownsurvivorx @suseagull5914

@iboatedhere @tailsbeth-writes @14carrotghoul

[shortysus4]

Feast of the Winter Star fic week: Day 2

For FotWS fic week :) Merry Winter Star and happy Festival of Candles!

Not Sleepy (Day 2: Hot Chocolate)

Ben spikes the cocoa, which winds up having a particular effect on his husband.

Feat. one of my other favorite picrews, the one that only makes June: